Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Marshall Islands and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Minnie Riperton to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Black Moon,
Peter & Gordon,
The Litter,
The Searchers,
David Bowie,
The Vogues,
Skarface,
Pantaleimon,
48th St. Collective,
The Fall,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Radiopuhelimet,
Agent Orange,
Half Japanese,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lucky Dragons,
Sight & Sound,
Albert Ayler,
Marmalade,
Dave Gahan,
Nick Fraelich,
Moby Grape,
kango's stein massive,
The Tremeloes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Y Pants,
the Swans,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bootsy Collins,
Archie Shepp,
Ice-T,
Yazoo,
Kayak,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Divine Comedy,
Circle Jerks,
Masters at Work,
The Offenders,
Nik Kershaw,
Arab on Radar,
Wally Richardson,
The Techniques,
Massinfluence,
Yellowson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sam Rivers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Reagan Youth,
Michelle Simonal,
Sixth Finger,
CMW,
E-Dancer,
The Real Kids,
The Doors,
Altered Images,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eric Copeland,
The Sonics,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.